It has often been said that puckish reality is more boldly reckless than the imagination of any writer of fiction. Check out this bully-coddling dickhead’s name, the CEO of the parent company of the National Enquirer. The portrait of him is equally perfect.
It got a dry little laugh out of me, though I am, admittedly, more than a bit immature about this kind of gag.
Take it, Amy.